Luyện nghe bài hát A Storm of Swords

Yo, serious syllable wordplay, verse
Like a bird blaze, niggaz, where the curb lay
Turn plagen, pretty shitty on a day
Ya city my committee, tustle where the dirt
inside the cell dirt, tray's are undercovers
Old head feed kids, have to run the
Damn shame niggaz in my crew can't
You the man, fame, my man frame, champagne
to the wig, Belle', vodka, hit my rib
Corona beers with a slice of lemon dig
On an open mic, growl follows, space night
your perimeter, players and prototypes
(High powers) lift through soul, through die shower
your spirit, with lyrics for top dollars
My squad, holler the loudest, y'all niggaz
We grown folk here, spittin' raw knowledge

2X: Planetary, Vinnie Paz]
Y'all can't us, cause we ain't fuckin' around
And y'all fuck with us, or else we buckin' dem down

Paz]
This animal rap, cannibal rap that we
I hate all, hate law and jake
I hate everything that you stand for, it's
everybody bitin' the gods, a day late
I maintain, handle Islamly
Manage my life calmly, I was Gandhi
Fuckin' with Vinnie Paz, the one man
It take a and metal tank to harm me
on b, why you trynna to build
Why you get ya whole entire family killed
I'm like a outta Amityville
I'm the motherfuckin' reason you had any skill
With tight ill, crack ya head like when an egg
And put you in the leglock
And make ya head bop, cause we the rawest
Vinnie Paz, with my man Stoupe holdin' me

2X]

(Vinnie Paz)
Surrender and quit (or let the venomous spit)
Tremendous (we buggin' off the Hennessy sip)
The weaponry hit (we hit you the heavenly shit)
reason you live ('cause we at the end of the clip)
The split (young cats must be sick in the brain)
We the vain ('cause of y'all spittin' the same)
We shookin' the (and mounted all the chips in ya chain)
We to the game (ran and inflicted the pain)
The stitches remain (and matter fact, we sonnin' kids)
And after that we up ya son and ya wiz
(We robbin' the kids, and puttin' metal in ya wigs)
We stuck in the crib (frozen your gut to the fridge)
We cuttin' ya ribs (Jed stifflin' y'all)
It's from the far (we pointin' fuckin' rifles at y'all
You ain't at all, we provoke the sheisty to brawl)
If sleep, Outerspace, slicin' ya jaw

2X]